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Saturday, February 28, 2004

How Did I Get Here?

Scott: You're beautiful.

Me (laughing): Stop it.
Scott: You are beautiful.
Me (blushing): Stop it!

He's already sitting in the chair with me, because there's no longer any room to stand at the table. Friday's is packed, as usual, on F&B night, and we're all crowded at a table in the bar. He leans in an plants a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my neck. I try to laugh it off. How did we get to this point? We were talking, and laughing, and drinking and - oh, yeah. We were drinking.

Scott: I've always thought you were beautiful.
Me (hiding my face on his shoulder): Thank you.
Scott: I have a secret confession to make.
Me: Uh, oh. What?
Scott: I've always been attracted to you. I couldn't ask you out, though, 'cause you were dating the librarian. But I've always thought you were great.
Me:That's interesting. I've always thought you were GAY.
Scott: I'm bi. I use the gay thing as a front.


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